Why Midnight Shows Are Better and What Monets Are Like at 9 PM: Tales from a Perfect Boston Weekend

I started the weekend on Thursday night, like I was a young college kid again or something. And I did spend the evening completely surrounded by college kids, it felt like. We went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter at Loew's on the Common, which is nestled in the heart of Boston, surrounded by a multitude of different schools, and I felt very old while I waited in the very long line at the only open Dunkin' Donuts near the theater. And it occurred to me that, to these kids, I am old: They are Harry Potter's target audience, I was the weird one who read them as a "grown-up." (I read them, mostly, while I was in college, so I was their age when I discovered Harry Potter, and probably there is some sort of pretty poetic statement I could make about the full-circle-ness I sense is there, but it seems like a lot of effort so please insert your own here: [____].)

( The Rest of My Weekend (Including Harry Potter 7 Spoilers) )